Booktok Iron Flame Novels & Stories

“You’re…you’re her.” “I am The Mother!” As I exclaimed my title, I used my human hand to yank his head back by pulling on his hair. My mouth opened, expelling a purplish-blue flame into Draven’s now gaping mouth. The dragon that was inside him emerged. It looked at me before he bowed. When that dragon looked into my eyes, I felt a connection. I had met it before, but where? When?

The source of the flames, the torch lay fallen on its side. “Gods, what have I done?!” Mare cried, her eyes wide with panic as she shot forward to retrieve the burning torch. Perci grabbed her and at the same time, the wooden book in his hand slipped between his fingers, landing in the flames. “No!” he screamed. The book may be made from dragonwood but it was not infallible to the flames that began to lick the edges. Perci reached forward to save it, ignoring the rising fire as it consumed the dusty, dried pages of books, gaining more fuel to grow angrier.

Alpha Winston growls out, looking at me in distaste, "That is not true, we heard about the way she attacked the rogues when they trespassed the Silvan pack. People say she bursted in flames, she—" "I was one of those rogues, actually, so I think I know better than you. I mean, if all your information is hearsay," River interrupts him, his almost rude tone making Rem's jaw clench, "So, listen, we've been testing her. And after we saw the way her fire acts, we started digging and found this." Everyone looks as River pulls something out of his back pocket. It's a page from and old book with the Mother Flame prophecy. He told me he'd pull it out at some point, so I'm not surprised.

A few days later, Severin sat on a rocking chair in his courtyard while studying the Spiritual Flame Guidebook. The book meticulously detailed the appearance and traits of various spiritual flames. "The Fire of Nine Ghosts is ranked twentieth on the spiritual flame list and thrives in locations steeped in the aura of the netherworld. Its defining feature lies in its ability to incinerate practitioners' primal spirit, as well as confer certain unique effects in alchemy." "Southbright Blaze is ranked nineteenth on the spiritual flame list. It flourishes where there is heptagold energy, and its unique attribute allows it to consume all things without suffering any side effects. Some practitione

All of the books in this section were pay books and Steven told her that these books were sealed just like their special technique books so they must be similar. When Cassy asked him to show her which symbols were associated with which flames he complied and when she asked him why he thought there were no books on white, black, silver and purple flames he told her that it was probably because they didn't normally appear until higher levels. When Cassy saw the prices of these books she sighed and asked Steven if he wanted to go look for him because the cheapest book in that section was worth 1 500 credits and it was a sealed book for the yellow flame that she didn't have access to at the mome

At any cost. Rose swallowed hard, seeing the unshed tears in his eyes. A madness in that gaze, fear of losing her. She cupped his face and held her gaze. “You are a flame of sin, Vladimir, Who burns everything around him. And I decided to stay away from you the moment I opened my eyes.” She inhaled sharply seeing his eyes, “But it didn’t let me in peace. I felt like a moth, pulling into your flames. Again and again. That’s what I have become. That’s what you made out of me. It’s better to burn in your flames with you than live without you.”

I skimmed the text, my eyes darting from line to line, trying to make sense of it. *Project Inferno— Weaponization of Wildfires.* My breath caught in my throat. Weaponization? what the actual hell...? I flipped through the pages, my pulse quickening as the details unfolded before me.

Flames of desire He cupped her breast with his hands as he aggressively devoured her nipples with his mouth, one after another. "Oh fuck," she moaned and slid her hands down his chest to the taut line of his abdomen, and made every muscle that made him manly ache for her even more, he rolled his tongue in circular motion around her nipples and sent more shivers down her spine.

The old texts called it the Binding Flame—a ritual older than the Vale itself. A last resort, meant to shackle what could not be tamed. Maxim had read the words by moonlight, the edges of the parchment scorched as if fire itself had tried to erase the warning. Only the soul willing to burn can command the blaze.

Ignis. The master of flame. The binder of fire. He smiled. “She passed,” he whispered. “Good.” Behind him stood shadows. Dozens. Hundreds. Creatures born of smoke and ash. “Let her come,” he said. “Let the fire walk to me.” Then he vanished into the darkness. And the flames began to rise again. Zuri’s POV I was practicing again. Mom stood beside me, watching. The small flame on my palm danced with every breath I took.